“I drink to the health of the child prodigy who finally met the gentleman with the golden ass. Vive little Sébastien, he’ll grow up. And the Schubert song that you said you only played for me, you little viper, you… — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share Image
“any moment now that sun would burst into a ball of flame, a furnace to stifle the heart of Petites Cendres, his soul felt… — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share
“Hong Kong, please watch over him, he saw that young man Lazaro in a dream and is convinced he’s a terrorist, always has been,… — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share
“so many white roses whose names won’t survive either, resistance groups and newspapers now as forgotten as soldiers waiting for the enemy veiled in… — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share
“People who love as you do, with that plentitude and fire, always forget what others experience. The lover is not the one to be… — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share
“I drink to the health of the child prodigy who finally met the gentleman with the golden ass. Vive little Sébastien, he’ll grow up.… — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share
“When there is no bread and even when there is we should eat our fill of one another.” — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share
“him the ordinary man whose Buddhist spirituality often flickered, really just questing for inner silence with not too much of an outer mess, although… — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share
